The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Amelia froze, and Warren continued, “I’ve shown my wound to you last time. Why are you still interested?” 

“I just want to see if your wound has cracked. You carried me all the way…” Amelia murmured. 

“I’m not so weak that I can’t even walk for such a short distance. Besides, do you think the wound more than two months ago will crack again?” Warren said with irony. 

Amelia was stunned, and then she realized that she was a little stupid. Warren’s wound had been stitched for more than two months, and he didn’t have any discomfort now. So he should be fine. 

At this time, Warren ordered the driver, “Let’s go.” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The car slowly drove away from the York residence and towards the villa. 

Amelia sat in the back seat silently and didn’t say anything until Warren suddenly asked, “Why did you go out alone after hurting your foot? Was it my mother who contacted you and asked you to meet her?” 

When Warren received the message that Lydia took Amelia back to the York residence, he knew that she had left the villa alone. 

“No, I left the villa just to buy some bruise medicine. After that, I met your mother’s men at the door of the pharmacy…” Before Amelia finished her words, she suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, “The medicine I bought is still in your home… Can you stop the car by a pharmacy so that I can buy some medicine?” 

Warren frowned and said, “There are such common medicines in the villa. Why did you go out to buy them alone? Didn’t you ask the servants for help?” 

Amelia pursed her lips and said to the driver in the front row, “Sir, could you please stop when passing by a pharmacy? I’ll have to buy some medicine.” 

However, Warren said to the driver, “Don’t stop. Drive directly back to the villa.” 

“But I want to buy medicine,” Amelia said. 

“As I said, there is medicine in the villa. Just ask the servant for it later,” 

Warren said. 

“But…” 

“They did not give it to you, did they?” Warren said directly. 

Amelia pursed her red lips tightly, and Warren knew he was right. “You are still Mrs. York now. How could you be fooled by the servants so easily?” Warren said. 

“They don’t treat me as Mrs. York,” Amelia said. Because of Warren’s attitude towards Amelia, the servants naturally wouldn’t show her the respect she deserved. They even secretly guessed when Amelia would divorce Warren and leave the villa. 

Although Amelia didn’t say what she was thinking, Warren could guess what had happened. 

“So, are you blaming me?” Warren asked. 

“I’m not blaming you. We should have divorced. So there’s nothing wrong with you to treat me so coldly,” Amelia said calmly. 

But her calm tone made Warren feel uncomfortable. 

When the car arrived at the gate of the villa, Amelia opened the door and was about to get off when Warren went over to pick her up. 

Amelia was surprised and said, “I… I could walk slowly myself.” 

“Walk slowly? Do you mean limping into the room?” Warren said. 

Amelia was rendered speechless at once. She bit her lower lip slightly, and her face blushed. 

Even though Warren held her in his arms at this time probably because he thought she was too slow in movements or he was sympathetic with her, Amelia felt a sense of security that had been lost for a long time when she was leaning in his arms. 

Warren carried Amelia all the way to the living room. Then he carefully put Amelia on the sofa and ordered the servant, “Go get the first aid kit. Ask Melissa to come over to check Mrs. York’s wound on her foot.” 

“Yes,” the servant answered and left the living room in a hurry to find Melissa. 

The other servants in the living room were all looking at this scene with 

surprise. As for the maid who refused Amelia when she asked for a first aid kit, she looked afraid now. 

She was afraid that Amelia would tell Warren about it. At that time, the maid would definitely lose her job. 

Working as a servant in the York family could earn the maid a salary much higher than that of many white-collar workers. Such an easy and high-paying job could not be found easily. 

Melissa soon came to the living room, and the servant who went to get the first aid kit also came with a box. 

“Mr. York, what can I do for you?” Melissa asked. 

“Check on my wife’s foot. She twisted her ankle,” Warren said. 

Melissa was shocked. It was the first time that Warren had called Amelia his wife in front of everyone, and this undoubtedly declared Amelia’s identity publicly. He was telling everyone to remember that Amelia was the hostess of the York family. 

“Yes,” Melissa said and walked to Amelia. Then she squatted down, lifted Amelia’s trouser leg, and began to check her ankle. 

But such a posture made Melissa a little embarrassed. At the moment, Amelia was sitting on the sofa condescendingly, while Melissa was bending down and squatting on the ground like a servant. 

What was more embarrassing was that Amelia’s ankle injury was caused by Melissa, and Melissa didn’t know whether Amelia had told Warren about what had happened on the stairs. 

Melissa was nervous. After a moment, she got up and said, “Mrs. York’s ankle is fine. It’s just that her ankle was sprained and swollen. It will get better in a few days after medicine is applied.” 

Then Melissa took out a bottle of ointment from the first aid kit and was about to hand it over to Amelia when Warren took the bottle from Melissa’s hands first. After that, Warren bent down and squatted in front of Amelia to apply the ointment for her personally! 

“Don’t move,” Warren said in a low voice. Then he took off Amelia’s shoe and sock first. He held her foot with one hand and applied ointment to her ankle with the other. 

The cool ointment slowly made Amelia’s skin cool down as Warren 

applied it to her ankle, which relieved the burning pain of Amelia’s ankle. 

After Warren applied the ointment to Amelia, he picked her up again and carried her towards her room. 

Amelia could feel that the servants were looking at them. 

After they entered Amelia’s room, Warren put Amelia on the bed and then put the ointment bottle on the nightstand. “Remember to follow the instructions. Apply it to your ankle three times a day,” Warren said. 

After saying that, Warren turned around and was about to leave. 

“Wait!” Amelia stopped Warren and asked, “Did you do it on purpose?” It seemed that Warren deliberately applied the ointment to Amelia and carried her into her room in front of everyone.